Taringa Kuri's old fortifications; where there is a deep trench cut around, and a beautiful "Karaka" grove on the embankment. Here we had a short sleep, and by daylight got down to the descent by rope ladder, this side the high white cliff of Pariminihi, where we had breakfast. We came along the coast by degrees, as the tide ebbed on one of the sandy beaches. Two of the boys imitated the drunken sailor as perfectly as could have been done by any stage players. About nine we got to Hahl Takapu's place, and thence to Waitara's station at Mimi where we had a short conversation. He was very friendly after I read him a letter I had written to Taonui. He appeared to acquiese in the contents, and said there was no more Tapu on the road, and that he should be most happy to see me, and one of the Waikato Chiefs living at Waitara, when the feast they were then preparing was ready, to partake of part of it, and visit them on friendly terms. At Onairo we had food; and all the natives were very busy preparing some for us all. The way from there to Waitara, where we got about